I do not believe...I know.

We can hardly escape the feeling that the unconscious process moves spiral-wise round a centre, gradually getting closer, while the characteristics of the centre grow more and more distinct.

When you walk with naked feet, how can you ever forget the Earth?

Our intellect has achieved the most tremendous things, but in the meantime our spiritual dwelling has fallen into disrepair.

Never do human beings speculate more, or have more opinions, than about things which they do not understand.

My mandalas were cryptograms concerning the state of the self which was presented to me anew each day...I guarded them like precious pearls....It became increasingly plain to me that the mandala is the center. It is the exponent of all paths. It is the path to the center, to individuation.

In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life of individual. This alone makes history, here alone do the great transformations take place, and the whole future, the whole history of the world, ultimately springs as a gigantic summation from these hidden source in individuals.